My 95-Year-Old Grandma Saved My Life When No One Else Could. Then She Did It Again — Months After Her Death.
The author as a young girl with her Grandma Bevy, whom she describes as "the most fashionable nonagenarian in town."
When I visited my family in Montreal after spending two weeks in a psych ward abroad, I quickly understood one thing: I would be living out of my carry-on while my family figured out what to do with me.
The first weeks were excruciating. My mom dragged me on morning walks around the hilly neighbourhood, my father was oddly quiet, and mentioning my institutionalisation was not permitted in the household.
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